After a long and vigorous college search and application process, it is now, finally, the time when colleges give out their answers. Receiving that ‘Congratulations!’ message is easily one of the best feelings and is a turning point for one’s education. However, with these acceptances comes a different (and possibly more grueling) search: the roommate search.

This search at first seemed exciting as I scrolled through the class pages on Facebook, but this excitement quickly turned into stress. Post after post, girl after girl, my hope of finding a BFF roommate has quickly dwindled. After reading hundreds of others roommate-search-facebook-post-things, I have concluded that everyone is the same and nobody is original in slightest and my future roomie will inevitably be #basic.

I have rewritten my roommate-search-Facebook-post-thing at least three times and have highly considered getting it ISWACed. How am I supposed to sound like a fun and flirty person who is also a serious student, but is also excited for sporting events but also likes a good Netflix binge without sounding like a basic white girl?  Trick question: I can’t.

The amount of time I have spent stalking myself on social media is uncanny. I spend more time analyzing my pictures than I do working on my homework (not that I spend time on my homework anymore anyways #senioritis). The other day, I found a potential roommate and then spent the next hour and a half stalking her, then stalking myself, and then comparing our pictures to see if we would get along. It’s safe to say my roommate search is getting out of hand.

In the rare chance that you do find a potential soul-roommate, you message them–but to make things worse, you have to Facebook message them (throwback to seventh grade). Do you know the difference between talking to your crush and talking to a likely roomie? Another trick question: there isn’t one. The line between flirting and talking during these brutal conversations is very, very thin. Consisting of an overuse of emojis and “hahas” after every sentence, the messaging process becomes extremely repetitive and unbearably awkward.

To those lucky few that have found a roommate, I’m jealous and I hate you. You have basically completed the start of the college process which is something I have been dreaming of since first grade. To those in the same boat as I am, I hope you find the ultimate roommate and that she or he doesn’t smell bad. Until then, good luck searching for “the one.”